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E/O Challenge: urgent, normal, follow, flap, right. 2 x 100-word drabbles where things don't go as planned. #1: This is not a partnership made in Heaven. #2: Wrong house, wrong town, wrong creature, wrong case. Both set season 8-ish, no spoilers.
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No Sense of Direction
"Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe, you don't know..." – 'What Makes You Beautiful', One Direction
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A/N: This is not a partnership made in Heaven. Set season 8-ish. No spoilers. Crowley/Dean again, because that's what I write now, apparently.
Lack of Direction
"Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem..." - Zig Ziglar
"I can't believe you've got me riding to the rescue of Moose and your Pigeon," Crowley chuckled.
"Believe me, I wouldn't if it wasn't urgent," growled Dean, weaving the Impala through heavy traffic.
"Enemy of my enemy, eh?"
"Surely there's a quicker route?" Dean snapped in irritation.
"Well, maybe if you'd just follow simple directions like a normal person."
"How about you hold the map up the right way?"
"Okay, no need to get in a flap about it," Crowley sighed theatrically. "You wanted to turn right there, by the way."
Dean ground his teeth and turned the car around.
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A/N: Wrong house, wrong town, wrong creature, wrong case. Set season 8-ish. No spoilers.
Wrong Direction
"We're not retreating, we're just advancing in a different direction." - Major General Oliver P. Smith, 1st Marine Division, Korea, 1950
"Garth, you've gotta phone me back urgently, it's those Khan worm things... and they're everywhere," said Sam, trying to keep his voice normal as they edged out of the diner.
"You reckon they followed us?" asked Dean, a short run later.
Sam glanced at the townsfolk gathering across the street, then back to his brother.
"Right."
They dashed to a nearby house, standing empty with doors wide open, and barricaded themselves inside.
They froze at the strange banging-scraping noise coming from the back door.
Heart hammering, Dean went to investigate. He stared in horror at the still moving cat flap...
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